At the Back of the North Wind Illustrated - online book

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	I Make Diamond's Acquaintance 365 were gone, and the evening sky glimmered through the trees, blue, and pale-green towards the west, I turned my steps a little aside to look at the stricken beech. I saw the bough torn from the stem, and that was all the twilight would allow me to see. While 1 stood

	gazing, down from the sky came a sound of singing, but the voice was neither of lark nor of nightingale: it was sweeter than either: it was the voice of Diamond, up in his airy nest:— The lightning and thunder, They go and they come; But the stars and the stillness Are always at home.